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"Toxicity at her finest" pt.2

Karlie pov

I wanted nothing more than to punch taylor square in the face. How could she be this terrible? Y/n is the most precious person I've ever met, how could anyone ever want do that to her? In disgust, I walked down the hall to make sure y/n was still sound asleep in my guest bed, before quickly grabbing my phone out from my back pocket. I wanted her to come over as quick as she could so I could give her a big piece of my mind, something better off said in person rather than over a phone call. I knew that y/n probably couldn't and wouldn't say anything in her rightful defense so the least I could do was speak up for her while I still had the chance to do so. I took a sympathetic glance at y/n's sleeping 'curled-up-in-a-blanket' position and gently closed the guest door so that I wouldn't wake her with the small chatter over the phone that was about to take place, then calmly walked into my own room while dialing Taylor's number.

"Karlie? Oh my god, where's y/n?? Did she get home safe?? Oh god! Please tell me she's safe",

"She's with me. Come over. I need to talk to you",

And with that, I hung up. Taylor lived fairly close to me so she'll get here in a span of , at most, 15 minutes. I changed into a casual fitting outfit and right as I was finished my morning routine, I heard an antsy knock at my apartment door. I took a deep breath before rushing to answer it, knowing all too damn well who it was. Blood boiled through my veins as I was about to face the person who had the audacity and the nerve to hit y/n as if she were in the authoritative place to even lay a finger on her. When the door angirly swung open at my doing, I slapped her hard across the face. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!", I preceeded yelled at her, she looked as if she had been crying hence the puffy eyes and red nose.

"I-I know! I'm s-sorry, I desearved that s-slap. Please just let me t-talk to her, please", she cried through a shaky breath feeling her now stinging cheek. "Fuck no! Stay away from her.", I said, "Please, Karlie. I need to apologize, I need to do something, I'll never forgive myself if I don't", She pleaded. "Than oh-fucking-well, because you screwed up big time swift. There's no second chances after hitting your partner", I told her. "I-I was really drunk, I didn't know- save it for someone who gives a shit about your half assed apologies", I said to her. "I told you to come here to tell you to stay away from y/n, and you guys are over. For good.", I said, knowing for sure that y/n won't stay with her ass.

While having a screaming match because Taylor won't accept what she's done, the soft footsteps of y/n took place behind us. "Y/n!", Taylor cried and tried to run to her, but she backed up. Taylor looked hurt by that, she stopped moving and bit her lip. "I-I know I hurt you, but I didn't mean it. I've been so caught up in work and everything that I didn't want for you to get dragged through the mud with me hence the distancing away from you. And I would never hit you out of anger like that, Never. I was so drunk and so high, I didn't even know what my body was doing at the time. I know this doesn't make up for anything I did, and you don't have to forgive me. But please accept my apology, What I did will never be okay, but I want to know that you're okay", Taylor spoke inbetween tears. Y/n looked at her and took a sigh, "I accept your apology. But we're over. Please go away, Taylor", Y/n calmly told her.

Taylor slowly nodded and grabbed her keys, then walked out the door as if she had just see a ghost.

Not that she hadn't scene one, it was a ghost. A ghost of the promise she failed to keep, a failed task now guarantee to haunt her forever.

[I know this is shit, but bare with me]